GASP! That’s the response I got every single time I would say I’m moving to NY — for a boy.
Yep, I wanted to be near my man. As a career-driven woman, moving away from family in Indiana in 2011 wasn’t really a hard decision for me, since I had lived in over five cities during my adulthood. My mother begged me to consider what I’d be giving up (I’m her only child), never thinking about what I would gain (as one of my wise sorors reminds me of to this day).
I was born in the Midwest; however, I consider NY as the place that “raised me.” I accepted a position at an industry leading company and relocated to NY at the age of 26. It was here where I met Bryan shortly after 9/11/01.
How we got to our first date in 2002 is one for the books! After relocating to New York, I called Allstate to transfer my insurance. Bryan was the agent who took my call. What started as a few business phone calls, mixed with slight flirting, led to longer conversations after work and even into the wee hours of most mornings. After weeks of telephone conversations, we had a magical first date, and I thought he might be the one. Then, with little warning, it ended.